Reflections from a Brazilian Hospital
A few nights ago, around three o’clock in the morning, I returned from an MRI and was finally able to eat and drink a little. I had barely slept in days and was still trying to understand exactly what was happening. Sitting in a hospital room in Salvador, Brazil, I found myself reflecting on how quickly life can change. What I assumed was a routine illness became something much more serious. The fever persisted, the headaches worsened, and my energy disappeared. Like many people, I convinced myself I could push through it. There was work to do, responsibilities to meet, and problems to solve. Eventually, my body made it clear that slowing down was no longer optional. Thankfully, I am now improving, and the finish line appears to be in sight. While I am still awaiting some answers, I have reached the point where I can reflect on the experience rather than simply endure it. One of the biggest surprises has been the quality of medical care I have received in Brazil. Before moving he...